FICTION
Lip Service, Who Pays Who?
Sometimes what you want is not really what you need
“What the fu..?!”
His arrogant manner and patronizing smile fueled Layna’s fury.
She could hardly remember the times when she was in love with this man. Despite his handsome looks, he repulsed her. The only reason she was in this nineteenth century lift with him was to sign the divorce papers.
Despite her fury, she had admired her surroundings. Being in this lift transported her back to a different lifetime. The dark brown mahogany wainscoting and the heavy brass paneled lift doors formed a beautiful combination.
Irritation and fury had dissolved her fascination.
“What’s gotten into you, Barry? Get this thing moving again.”
The smile stayed, but his eyes changed.
She wavered.
For a moment, she saw the eyes of the man she once was in love with. Seeing him here, in his suit, looking as handsome as ever, unsettled her.
Why had he stopped the lift? She glanced at the buttons. Would she be able to flip the switch?
“Barry, please?”
“No.”
